Timothy Crump\'s Ward: A Story of American Life
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9 CONTENTS.
I. INTRODUCES THE CRUMPS
II. THE EVENTS OF AN EVENING
III. THE LANDLORD'S VISIT
IV. THE NEW YEAR'S PRESENT
V. A LUCKY RESCUE
VI. WHAT THE ENVELOPE CONTAINED
VII. EIGHT YEARS. IDA'S PROGRESS
VIII. A STRANGE VISITOR
IX. A JOURNEY
X. UNEXPECTED QUARTERS
XI. SUSPENSE
XII. HOW IDA FARED
XIII. BAD COIN
XIV. DOUBTS AND FEARS
XV. AUNT RACHEL'S MISHAPS
XVI. THE FLOWER-GIRL
XVII. JACK (sic) OBTAIN'S INFORMATION
XVIII. FINESSE
XIX. CAUGHT IN A TRAP
XX. JACK IN CONFINEMENT
XXI. THE PRISONER ESCAPES
XXII. MR. JOHN SOMERVILLE
XXIII. THE LAW STEPS IN
XXIV. "THE FLOWER-GIRL"
XXV. IDA IS FOUND
XXVI. "NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND"
XXVII. CONCLUSION
TIMOTHY CRUMP'S WARD.
CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCES THE CRUMPS.
IT was drawing towards the close of the last day of the year. A few
hours more, and 1836 would be no more.
It was a cold day. There was no snow on the ground, but it was
frozen into stiff ridges, making it uncomfortable to walk upon. The
sun had been out all day, but there was little heat or comfort in
its bright, but frosty beams.
The winter is a hard season for the poor. It multiplies their
necessities, while, in general, it limits their means and
opportunities of earning. The winter of 1836-37 was far from being
an exception to this rule. It was worse than usual, on account of
the general stagnation of business.
In an humble tenement, located on what was then the outskirts of New
York, though to-day a granite warehouse stands on the spot, lived
Timothy Crump, an industrious cooper. His family consisted of a wife
and one child, a boy of twelve, whose baptismal name was John,
though invariably addressed, by his companions, as Jack.
There was another member of the household who would be highly
offended if she were not introduced, in due form, to the reader.
This was Miss Rachel Crump, maiden sister of Uncle Tim, as he was
usually designated.
Miss Rachel was not much like her brother, for while the latter was
a good-hearted, cheerful easy man, who was inclined to view the
world in its sunniest aspect, Rachel was cynical, and given to
misanthropy. Poor Rachel, let us not be too hard upon thy
infirmities. Could we lift the veil that hides the secrets of that
virgin heart, it might be, perchance, that we should find a hidden
cause, far back in the days when thy cheeks were rounder and thine
eyes brighter, and thine aspect not quite so frosty. Ah, faithless
Harry Fletcher! thou hadst some hand in that peevishness and
repining which make Rachel Crump, and all about her, uncomfortable.
Lured away by a prettier face, you left her to pass through life,
unblessed by that love which every female heart craves, and for
which no kindred love will compensate. It was your faithlessness
that left her to walk, with repining spirit, the flinty path of the
old maid.
Yes; it must be said--Rachel Crump was an old maid; not from choice,
but hard necessity. And so, one by one, she closed up the avenues of
her heart, and clothed herself with complaining, as with a garment.
Being unblessed with earthly means, she had accepted the hearty
invitation of her brother, and become an inmate of his family, where
she paid her board by little services about the house, and obtained
sufficient needle-work to replenish her wardrobe as often as there
was occasion. Forty-five years had now rolled over her head, leaving
clearer traces of their presence, doubtless, than if her spirit had
been more cheerful; so that Rachel, whose strongly marked features
never could have been handsome, was now undeniably homely.
Mrs. Crump, fortunately for her husband's peace, did not in the
least resemble her sister-in-law. Her disposition was cheerful, and
she had frequent occasion to remonstrate with her upon the dark view
she took of life. Had her temper been different, it is very easy to
see that she would have been continually quarrelling with Rachel;
but, happily, she was one of those women with whom it is impossible
to quarrel. With her broad mantle of charity, she was always seeking
to cover up and extenuate the defects of her sister-in-law, though
she could not help acknowledging their existence.
It had been a hard winter for the cooper. For a month he had been
unable to obtain work of any kind, and for the two months previous
he had worked scarcely more than half the time. Unfortunately for
him, his expenses for a few years back had kept such even pace with
his income, that he had no reserved fund to fall back upon in such a
time as this. That was no fault of his. Both he and his wife had
been economical enough, but there are a great many things included
in family expenses--rent, fuel, provisions, food, clothing, and a
long list of sundries, besides; and all these had cost money, of
which desirable article Uncle Tim's trade furnished not a very large
supply.
So it happened that, as tradesmen were slow to trust, they had been
obliged to part with a sofa to defray the expenses of the month of
December. This article was selected because it was best convertible
into cash,--being wanted by a neighbor,--besides being about the
only article of luxury, if it could be called such, in possession of
the family. As such it had been hardly used, being reserved for
state occasions; yet hardly had it left (sic) the the house, when
Aunt Rachel began to show signs of extreme lowness of spirits, and
bewailed its loss as a privation of a personal comfort.
"Life's full of disappointments," she groaned. "Our paths is
continually beset by 'em. There's that sofa! It's so pleasant to
have one in the house when a body's sick. But there, it's gone, and
if I happen to get down, as most likely I shall, for I've got a bad
feeling in my stummick this very minute, I shall have to go
up-stairs, and most likely catch my death of cold, and that will be
the end of me."
"Not so bad as that, I hope," said Mrs. Crump, cheerfully. "You
know, when you was sick last, you didn't want to use the sofa--you
said it didn't lay comfortable. Besides, I hope, before you are sick
again we may be able to buy it back again."
Aunt Rachel shook her head despondingly.
"There ain't any use in hoping that," said she. "Timothy's got so
much behindhand that he won't be able to get up again; I know he
won't."
"But if he manages to get steady work soon, he will."
"No, he won't. I'm sure he won't. There won't be any work before
spring, and most likely not then."
"You are too desponding, Aunt Rachel."
"Enough to make me so. If you had only taken my advice, we shouldn't
have come to this."
"I don't know what advice you refer to, Rachel."
"No, I don't expect you do. You didn't pay no attention to it.
That's the reason."
"But if you'll repeat it, perhaps we can profit by it yet," said
Mrs. Crump, with imperturbable good humor.
"I told you you ought to be layin' up something ag'in a rainy day.
But that's always the way. Folks think when times is good it's
always a goin' to be so, but I knew better."
"I don't see how we could have been more economical," said Mrs.
Crump, mildly.
"There's a hundred ways. Poor folks like us ought not to expect to
have meat so often. It's frightful to think what the butcher's bill
must have been the last six months."
Inconsistent Rachel! Only the day before she had made herself very
uncomfortable because there was no meat for dinner, and said she
couldn't live without it. Mrs. Crump might have reminded her of
this, but the good woman was too kind to make the retort. She
contented herself with saying that they must try to do better in
future.
"That's always the way," muttered Rachel. "Shut the stable door when
the horse is stolen. Folks never learn from experience till it's too
late to be of any use. I don't see what the world was made for, for
my part. Everything goes topsy-turvy, and all sorts of ways except
the right way. I sometimes think 'taint much use livin'."
"Oh, you'll feel better by and by, Rachel. Hark, there's Jack, isn't
it?"
"Anybody might know by the noise who it is," pursued Rachel, in the
same general tone that had marked her conversation hitherto. "He
always comes _stomping_ along as if he was paid for makin' a noise.
Anybody ought to have a cast-iron head that lives anywhere in his
hearing."
Her cheerful remarks were here broken in upon by the sudden entrance
of Jack, who, in his eagerness, slammed the door behind him,
unheeding his mother's quiet admonition not to make a noise.
"Look there!" said he, displaying a quarter of a dollar.
"How did you get it?" asked his mother.
"Holding horses," answered Jack.
"Here, take it, mother. I warrant you'll find a use for it."
"It comes in good time," said Mrs. Crump. "We're out of flour, and I
had no money to buy any. Before you take off your boots, Jack, why
can't you run over to the store, and get half a dozen pounds?"
"You see the Lord hasn't quite forgotten us," remarked his mother,
as Jack started on his errand.
"What's a quarter of a dollar?" said Rachel, gloomily. "Will it
carry us through the winter?"
"It will carry us through to-night, and perhaps Timothy will have
work to-morrow. Hark, that's his step."
CHAPTER II.
THE EVENTS OF AN EVENING.
AT this moment the outer door opened, and Timothy Crump entered, not
with the quick elastic step of one who brings good tidings, but
slowly and deliberately, with a quiet gravity of demeanor, in which
his wife could read only too well that he had failed in his efforts
to procure work.
His wife, reading all these things in his manner, had the delicacy
to forbear intruding upon him questions to which she saw that he
could give no satisfactory answers.
Not so Aunt Rachel.
"I needn't ask," she began, "whether you got work, Timothy. I knew
beforehand you wouldn't. There ain't no use in tryin'. The times is
awful dull, and, mark my words, they'll be wuss before they're
better. We mayn't live to see 'em. I don't expect we shall. Folks
can't live without money, and when that's gone we shall have to
starve."
"Not so bad as that, Rachel," said the cooper, trying to look
cheerful; "don't talk about starving till the time comes. Anyhow,"
glancing at the table on which was spread a good plain meal, "we
needn't talk about starving till to-morrow, with that before us.
Where's Jack?"
"Gone after some flour," replied his wife.
"On credit?" asked the cooper.
"No, he's got the money to pay for a few pounds," said Mrs. Crump,
smiling, with an air of mystery.
"Where did it come from?" asked Timothy, who was puzzled, as his
wife anticipated. "I didn't know you had any money in the house."
"No more we had, but he earned it himself, holding horses, this
afternoon."
"Come, that's good," said the cooper, cheerfully, "We ain't so bad
off as we might be, you see, Rachel."
The latter shook her head with the air of a martyr.
At this moment Jack returned, and the family sat down to supper.
"You haven't told us," said Mrs. Crump, seeing her husband's
cheerfulness in a measure restored, "what Mr. Blodgett said about
the chances for employment."
"Not much that was encouraging," answered Timothy. "He isn't at all
sure how soon it will be best to commence work; perhaps not before
spring."
"Didn't I tell you so?" commented Rachel, with sepulchral sadness.
Even Mr. Crump could not help looking sober.
"I suppose, Timothy, you haven't formed any plans," she said.
"No, I haven't had time. I must try to get something else to do."
"What, for instance?"
"Anything by which I can earn a little, I don't care if it's only
sawing wood. We shall have to get along as economically as we can;
cut our coat according to our cloth."
"Oh, you'll be able to earn something, and we can live _very_
plain," said Mrs. Crump, affecting a cheerfulness greater than she
felt.
"Pity you hadn't done it sooner," was the comforting suggestion of
Rachel.
"Mustn't cry over spilt milk," said the cooper, good-humoredly.
"Perhaps we might have lived a _leetle_ more economically, but I
don't think we've been extravagant."
"Besides, I can earn something, father," said Jack, hopefully. "You
know I did this afternoon."
"So you can," said Mrs. Crump, brightly.
"There ain't horses to hold every day," said Rachel, apparently
fearing that the family might become too cheerful, when, like
herself, it was their duty to become profoundly gloomy.
"You're always trying' to discourage people," said Jack,
discontentedly.
Rachel took instant umbrage at these words.
"I'm sure," said she; mournfully, "I don't want to make you unhappy.
If you can find anything to be cheerful about when you're on the
verge of starvation, I hope you'll enjoy yourselves, and not mind
me. I'm a poor dependent creetur, and I feel to know I'm a burden."
"Now, Rachel, that's all foolishness," said Uncle Tim. "You don't
feel anything of the kind."
"Perhaps others can tell how I feel, better than I can myself,"
answered his sister, knitting rapidly. "If it hadn't been for me, I
know you'd have been able to lay up money, and have something to
carry you through the winter. It's hard to be a burden upon your
relations, and bring a brother's family to poverty."
"Don't talk of being a burden, Rachel," said Mrs. Crump. "You've
been a great help to me in many ways. That pair of stockings now
you're knitting for Jack--that's a help, for I couldn't have got
time for them myself."
"I don't expect," said Aunt Rachel, in the same sunny manner, "that
I shall be able to do it long. From the pains I have in my hands
sometimes, I expect I'm going to lose the use of 'em soon, and be as
useless as old Mrs. Sprague, who for the last ten years of her life
had to sit with her hands folded in her lap. But I wouldn't stay to
be a burden. I'd go to the poor-house first, but perhaps," with the
look of a martyr, "they wouldn't want me there, because I should be
discouragin' 'em too much."
Poor Jack, who had so unwittingly raised this storm, winced under
the words, which he knew were directed at him.
"Then why," said he, half in extenuation, "why don't you try to look
pleasant and cheerful? Why won't you be jolly, as Tom Piper's aunt
is?"
"I dare say I ain't pleasant," said Aunt Rachel, "as my own nephew
tells me so. There is some folks that can be cheerful when their
house is a burnin' down before their eyes, and I've heard of one
young man that laughed at his aunt's funeral," directing a severe
glance at Jack; "but I'm not one of that kind. I think, with the
Scriptures, that there's a time to weep."
"Doesn't it say there's a time to laugh, also?" asked Mrs. Crump.
"When I see anything to laugh about, I'm ready to laugh," said Aunt
Rachel; "but human nature ain't to be forced. I can't see anything
to laugh at now, and perhaps you won't by and by."
It was evidently of no use to attempt a confutation of this, and the
subject dropped.
The tea-things were cleared away by Mrs. Crump, who afterwards sat
down to her sewing. Aunt Rachel continued to knit in grim silence,
while Jack seated himself on a three-legged stool near his aunt, and
began to whittle out a boat after a model lent him by Tom Piper, a
young gentleman whose aunt has already been referred to.
The cooper took out his spectacles, wiped them carefully with his
handkerchief, and as carefully adjusted them to his nose. He then
took down from the mantel-piece one of the few books belonging to
his library,--"Captain Cook's Travels,"--and began to read, for the
tenth time it might be, the record of the gallant sailor's
circumnavigations.
The plain little room presented a picture of peaceful tranquillity,
but it proved to be only the calm which precedes a storm.
The storm in question, I regret to say, was brought about by the
luckless Jack. As has been said, he was engaged in constructing a
boat, the particular operation he was now intent upon being the
excavation or hollowing out. Now three-legged stools are not the
most secure seats in the world. That, I think, no one can doubt who
has any practical acquaintance with them. Jack was working quite
vigorously, the block from which the boat was to be fashioned being
held firmly between his knees. His knife having got wedged in the
wood, he made an unusual effort to draw it out, in which he lost his
balance, and disturbed the equilibrium of his stool, which, with his
load, tumbled over backwards. Now it very unfortunately happened
that Aunt Rachel sat close behind, and the treacherous stool came
down with considerable force upon her foot.
A piercing shriek was heard, and Aunt Rachel, lifting her foot,
clung to it convulsively, while an expression of pain distorted her
features.
At the sound, the cooper hastily removed his spectacles, and letting
"Captain Cook" fall to the floor, started up in great dismay--Mrs.
Crump likewise dropped her sewing, and jumped to her feet in alarm.
It did not take long to see how matters stood.
"Hurt ye much, Rachel?" inquired Timothy.
"It's about killed me," groaned the afflicted maiden. "Oh, I shall
have to have my foot cut off, or be a cripple anyway." Then turning
upon Jack, fiercely, "you careless, wicked, ungrateful boy, that
I've been wearin' myself out knittin' for. I'm almost sure you did
it a purpose. You won't be satisfied till you've got me out of the
world, and then--then, perhaps----" here Rachel began to whimper,
"perhaps you'll get Tom Piper's aunt to knit your stockings."
"I didn't mean to, Aunt Rachel," said Jack, penitently, eyeing his
aunt, who was rocking to and fro in her chair. "Besides, I hurt
myself like thunder," rubbing vigorously the lower part of the
dorsal-region.
"Served you right," said his aunt, still clasping her foot.
"Sha'n't I get something for you to put on it?" asked Mrs. Crump of
(sic) her-sister-in-law.
This Rachel steadily refused, and after a few more postures, (sic)
indicatiing a great amount of anguish, limped out of the room, and
ascended the stairs to her own apartment.
CHAPTER III.
THE LANDLORD'S VISIT.
SOON after Rachel's departure Jack, also, was seized with a sleepy
fit, and postponing the construction of his boat to a more favorable
opportunity, took a candle and followed his aunt's example.
The cooper and his wife were now left alone.
"Now that Rachel and Jack have gone to bed, Mary," he commenced,
hesitatingly, "I don't mind saying that I am a little troubled in
mind about one thing."
"What's that?" asked Mrs. Crump, anxiously.
"It's just this, I don't anticipate being stinted for food. I know
we shall get along some way; but there's another expense which I am
afraid of."
"Is it the rent?" inquired his wife, apprehensively.
"That's it. The quarter's rent, twenty dollars, comes due to-morrow,
and I've got less than a dollar to meet it."
"Won't Mr. Colman wait?"
"I'm afraid not. You know what sort of a man he is, Mary. There
ain't much feeling about him. He cares more for money than anything
else."
"Perhaps you are doing him injustice."
"I am afraid not. Did you never hear how he treated the Underhills?"
"How was it?"
"Underhill was laid up with a rheumatic fever for three months. The
consequence was, that, when quarter-day came round, he was in about
the same situation with ourselves,--a little worse even, for his
wife was sick, also. But though Colman was aware of the
circumstances, he had no pity; but turned them out without
ceremony."
"Is it possible?" asked Mrs. Crump, uneasily.
"And there's no reason for his being more lenient with us. I can't
but feel anxious about to-morrow, Mary."
At this moment, verifying an old adage which will perhaps occur to
the reader, who should knock but Mr. Colman himself?
Both the cooper and his wife had an instinctive foreboding as to the
meaning of his visit.
He came in, rubbing his hands in a social way, as was his custom. No
one, to look at him, would have suspected the hardness of heart that
lay veiled under his velvety softness of manner.
"Good evening, Mr. Crump," said he, affably, "I trust you and your
worthy wife are in good health."
"That blessing, at least, is continued to us," said the cooper,
gravely.
"And how comfortable you're looking too, eh! It makes an old
bachelor, like me, feel lonesome when he contrasts his own solitary
room with such a scene of comfort as this. You've got a comfortable
home, and dog-cheap, too. All my other tenants are grumbling to
think you don't have to pay any more for such superior
accommodations. I've about made up my mind that I must ask you
twenty-five dollars a quarter, hereafter."
All this was said very pleasantly, but the pill was none the less
bitter.
"It seems to me, Mr. Colman," remarked the cooper soberly, "you have
chosen rather a singular time for raising the rent."
"Why singular, my good sir?" inquired the landlord, urbanely.
"You know of course, that this is a time of general business
depression; my own trade in particular has suffered greatly. For a
month past, I have not been able to find any work."
Colman's face lost something of its graciousness.
"And I fear I sha'n't be able to pay my quarter's rent to-morrow."
"Indeed!" said the landlord coldly. "Perhaps you can make it up
within two or three dollars?"
"I can't pay a dollar towards it," said the cooper. "It's the first
time, in five years that I've lived here, that this thing has
happened to me. I've always been prompt before."
"You should have economized as you found times growing harder," said
Colman, harshly. "It is hardly honest to live in a house when you
know you can't pay the rent."
"You sha'n't lose it Mr. Colman," said the cooper, earnestly. "No
one ever yet lost anything by me. Only give me time, and I will pay
you all."
The landlord shook his head.
"You ought to cut your coat according to your cloth," he responded.
"Much as it will go against my feelings, under the circumstances I
am compelled by a prudent regard to my own interests to warn you
that, in case your rent is not ready to-morrow, I shall be obliged
to trouble you to find another tenement; and furthermore, the rent
of this will be raised five dollars a quarter."
"I can't pay it, Mr. Colman," said the cooper; "I may as well say
that now; and it's no use my agreeing to pay more rent. I pay all I
can afford now."
"Very well, you know the alternative. But it is a disagreeable
subject. We won't talk of it now; I shall be round to-morrow
morning. How's your excellent sister; as cheerful as ever?"
"Quite as much so as usual," answered the cooper, dryly.
"But there's one favor I should like to ask, if you will allow us to
remain here a few days till I can look about me a little."
"I would with the greatest pleasure in the world," was the reply,
"but there's another family very anxious to take the house, and they
wish to come in immediately. Therefore I shall be obliged to ask you
to move out to-morrow. In fact that is the very thing I came here
this evening to speak about, as I thought you might not wish to pay
the increased rent."
"We are much obliged to you," said the cooper, with a tinge of
bitterness unusual to him. "If we are to be turned out of doors, it
is pleasant to have a few hours' notice of it."
"Turned out of doors, my good friend! What disagreeable expressions
you employ! It is merely a matter of business. I have an article to
dispose of. There are two bidders; yourself and another person. The
latter is willing to pay a larger sum. Of course I give him the
preference. Don't you see how it is?"
"I believe I do," replied the cooper. "Of course, it's a regular
proceeding; but you must excuse me if I think of it in another
light, when I reflect that to-morrow at this time my family and
myself may be without a shelter."
"My dear sir, positively you are looking on the dark side of things.
It is actually sinful to distrust Providence as you seem to do.
You're a little disappointed, that's all. Just take to-night to
sleep on it, and I've no doubt you'll think better of it and of me.
But positively I have stayed longer than I intended. Good night, my
friends. I'll look in upon you in the morning. And by the by, as it
is so near the time, allow me to wish you a Happy New Year."
The door closed upon the landlord, leaving behind two anxious
hearts.
"It looks well in him to wish that," said the cooper, gloomily. "A
great deal he is doing to make it so. I don't know how it seems to
others, but for my part I never say them words to any one unless I
really wish 'em well, and am willing to do something to make 'em so.
I should feel as if I was a hypocrite if I acted anyways different."
Mary did not respond to this. In her own gentle heart she could not
help feeling a silent repugnance, mingled, it may be, with a shade
of contempt, for the man who had just left them. It was an
uncomfortable feeling, and she strove to get rid of it."
"Is there any tenement vacant in this neighborhood?" she asked.
"Yes, there's the one at the corner, belonging to Mr. Harrison."
"It is a better one than this."
"Yes, but Harrison only asks the same that we have been paying. He
is not so exorbitant as Colman."
"Couldn't we get that?"
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